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“How does it feel?” I asked Shannon.

“Intense,” she said, nodding. “I’ve never experienced that before. It was awesome, but that was some pretty intense pain right there. And I mean, I can take a lot.”

“Did you like it?” Will asked. Shannon nodded. “Good. So, changing the topic, what’s this I’ve heard on the grapevine about you and Three?”

“Oh, I knew that would get back to you!” she exclaimed.

“Three?” I asked.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Shannon said immediately. “He’s just someone I get along with really well.”

“You can be asexual and still have a boyfriend.” Will sounded amused. “They won’t kick you out of the club.”

“Yes, they will,” she sulked. “And they’ll make me hand back my V card.”

“Uh, you’re dating a guy named Three?” I asked.

“No, she’s
not
dating a guy named Three,” Will said with his tongue in his cheek.

“His name is Marshall Augustus Williamson the Third,” Shannon explained. “I mean, wouldn’t you change your name if you were landed with that monstrosity?”

“Three is asexual as well,” Will said. “I’ve been trying to hook the two of them up for years, but they’ve managed to evade me so far.”

“You, of all people, should know that people are not necessarily compatible just based on their sexuality,” Shannon said in a haughty voice.

Will laughed. “I know. But I knew the two of you would hit it off well.”

“We do,” she admitted.

“Are you going to bring him to the party next month?”

“Party?” I asked.

“Hmm,” Will said, wiping his fingers and leaning across to kiss my shoulder. “I host one every six months or so. It’s mostly a social occasion, although it does spill over into a play party as well. I never thought you’d be comfortable with doing it, so I never brought it up. I was afraid you’d go because you felt you should, when really you didn’t want to be there.”

I considered his words. As my Master, it was up to him if he didn’t want me at his parties. But I couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt that he’d never invited me. I was his sub, I should be there to represent him.

“Laura will be coming to this one,” Will said, as if this might change my mind. “She won’t be playing, I don’t expect, but if you wanted to come, you’d know someone there.”

“And to answer your question, yes, me and Three will be there,” Shannon added. “So you’ll know me too.”

“I’ll think about it,” I said with a smile. “Remind me closer to the date.”

A
S
I
drove home that night, I couldn’t get the events of the night out of my head. Shannon’s “
together
together” comment had gotten to me more than anything else. She had thought we were a couple. The easy relationship and connection I had with him was obvious to people on the outside too. Will was so much more than just a friend, or even my Master.

But however much I wanted to think I could just settle into a proper relationship with him, there were other factors to consider. I had to think of Adele. There was no way I could just up and leave a relationship I had put so much into over the years. I genuinely cared for her, and being with a woman was so much easier than having to think about the prejudice and hate that I could face as part of a gay couple.

I couldn’t help but think that my days of having the best of both worlds were numbered. Sooner or later, I was going to have to make a decision.

Chapter Six

W
ITH
both my and Will’s best efforts, we managed to carry on as if nothing more than just nice, simple Master/sub fucking had ever happened between us. To be honest, it didn’t take a huge amount of effort on my part. More than anything else, I wanted my life to go back to something simple where I knew where I stood with both my Master and my girlfriend.

When my phone buzzed and his name appeared with a message, I couldn’t decide on whether I was relieved or really not in the mood for him.

Will: The house will be empty tonight. Can you come over at about 7?

At a guess, we were going to be fulfilling that mutual desire we’d expressed for some more scenes, in character, rather than a normal session. That was good, though. The chance to get out of my own head, my own skin, for a few hours was appealing. Although where Will was concerned, I would probably not be the best actor.

It was only just after 5:30 p.m., so I had time to go through my workout then shower routine before heading over to Will’s. I used the car journey as sort of a meditative thing, letting go of all of the stresses in my life so I could be what he needed me to be.

He met me at the door wearing a high school football jersey and shorts. He looked so much younger, so much more innocent than how I was used to seeing him. He smiled warmly as he tugged me inside, then his lips were on mine before I had really gotten my bearings. He kissed me hungrily, his hands clawing at my long sleeved T-shirt, and I pressed him up against the wall.

“My room,” he gasped, taking my hand and pulling me up the stairs to his bedroom.

Only it had changed, just enough for me to recognize the scene. He had posters tacked to his walls, vaguely homoerotic images of WWF wrestlers and mid-90s boy bands, shirtless and in low-slung Levi’s. I had no idea where he’d gotten them from, but high school biology and chemistry books sat open on a desk that hadn’t been there the last time I was here.

“What about your parents?” I asked, falling quickly into character.

“They’re out all night,” he said, leaving the door open. “We won’t be interrupted at all.”

“Oh god. I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

“Me too,” Will said, leading me to the bed. “I was hard for hours today. I thought everyone would notice when you walked past in the locker rooms after gym.”

“You were all wet too,” I nudged him back until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, then attacked his neck with my tongue and teeth. “I wanted to lick the water right off your skin.”

He groaned, the sound rumbling in his chest.

“When you bent over in front of me in Trig, I thought I would come in my pants.”

“Did you want my ass, gorgeous?”

“Jesus. Yeah. I want all of you.”

Our lips met then, a hungry, sloppy kiss that really did remind me of making out as a teenager. Will grabbed hold of me around the waist and pulled me on top of him as he laid back on the bed, cupping my ass with one hand and kneading it gently.

“Fuck,” I groaned, grinding my dick against the vague area of his crotch.

“I didn’t think we’d ever get to be alone,” Will said. He grasped both my ass cheeks in his hands and pulled me roughly against himself.

“Kissing you once a day and jerking off three times a day, thinking about kissing you, isn’t enough,” I agreed.

Will chuckled and helped me tug my shirt off over my head. Then he moaned in approval at the sight of my chest.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he said, lust glazing his eyes. “You’re a man, already, you know? None of those skinny fuckers at school turn me on like you do.”

He ran his hand through the light hair on my chest, down to my happy trail, then back up my sides.

“Will you fuck me?” I asked him shyly.

He kissed me softly on the mouth. “No, baby. I’ll hurt you.”

“No, you won’t,” I protested quickly.

“Can I suck you instead?” he asked.

It took me all of about three seconds to process that request. “Yeah,” I answered.

“I’ve never sucked a guy’s cock before,” he whispered. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to hold back my laughter. Will was a fucking pro at sucking cock.

“That’s okay,” I said, gently running my fingers through his hair. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” he said. “I want you to be my first.”

“You’re so cute,” I giggled. “And you have too many clothes on.”

“Help me out of them then.”

We managed to extract him from his jersey, tugging it off over his head, and my hands went to thumb open his shorts. “Are you sure?” I asked him, hesitating and gently stroking his cock through his shorts.

“Yeah,” he said, kissing me again. “I’m really sure.”

“Okay,” I agreed.

We shucked off the last of our clothes, then lay side by side, completely naked, drinking in the sight of each other. It was easy to pretend that this was the first time I’d ever seen him like this—every time he amazed me.

“Wow,” I whispered and trailed a finger down his chest.

Will shuddered and closed his eyes. He could be so beautifully vulnerable sometimes. I leaned in and kissed him.

He pressed his hand to the middle of my back, holding me close as his other hand pillowed under his cheek. It was sweet and innocent, what we were pretending, making me nostalgic for those days when things were so much easier. What would my life have been had I met Will in high school?

I don’t think either of us anticipated lying like that, side by side, holding each other close and looking into each other’s eyes. But we did, for long minutes, not talking or touching, just drinking each other in.

Will’s eyes flickered closed, then he tentatively leaned in and captured my lips between his. I took a deep breath and kissed him back and rubbed his back reassuringly.

“Okay. I’m ready for this,” he said softly.

I didn’t say anything, but kept my fingers loosely wound around locks of his hair as he shifted down the bed until he was face to face, so to speak, with my dick. He frowned, then softly, nervously, his fist closed around my shaft and his tongue tentatively licked the head.

“Holy shit,” I muttered, forcing myself not to just grab his face and push my dick into it.

“Jesse, you taste so good,” Will said. He met my eyes and stuck his tongue out again, lapping at the slit and taking the first inch into his mouth. I simply laid back and enjoyed it.

If I was actually playing at the teenage dream fantasy, I probably would have blown my load within seconds, his mouth was that talented. As it was, I was used to holding back my orgasm, and I put all of those skills in place as he tentatively took more and more of my cock down his throat, eventually gagging on it.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I said, pulling him back up to me. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled. I kissed the end of his nose. He was so damn adorable.

“Do you have any lube?” I asked him, and Will visibly blanched. He was a good actor. “No, not to fuck with,” I laughed. “I want to try something.”

“Uh, sure,” he said and reached over me to his nightstand, revealing a drawer full of gay porn magazines.

“Can I see those?” I asked.

“Shut up,” he muttered.

I laughed. “Masturbation is not a crime, Will.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. You sound like my father. Here’s your damn lube.”

I took it from him and leaned in for another kiss. While he was distracted by my lips, I cracked open the bottle and poured a generous amount into the palm of my hand, letting it warm before I carefully took hold of his dick.

He moaned appreciatively as I stroked him, making sure to use a different angle than he would have been used to when touching himself. I’d learned a lot about how best to stroke a cock since I’d been with Will. After pouring more lube onto him, I scooted closer on the bed and ground my hips up into his crotch.

Lucky for me, Will got the idea pretty quickly and thrust his hips back toward me. He gasped as the sensitive ridge of my cock caught against his, and we both groaned in pleasure as his lips worked my jaw, right along to kiss my lips again.

It was too ingrained in his nature to be passive for long, so I wasn’t surprised when Will nudged me onto my back to continue our… wet hump, for lack of a better word. The lube was slicking both our stomachs so we could slide together, just enough friction to get off, while the sensation of another cock massaging mine was better than I could have ever imagined.

“I didn’t plan for
this,
” Will gasped in my ear. “I just thought, you know, we could make out and jerk each other off.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No,” he said quickly. “No, this is awesome.”

We built a rhythm of thrusting and sliding and grinding against each other while I took the opportunity to grab his ass in both hands to guide his action. It was rare that I got to touch him like this, and I was going to make the most of it. All the while, our lips and tongues tangled together in one of the sexiest, sloppiest make-out sessions of my life.

“Gonna come,” I gasped in his ear, and Will nodded in agreement, his face pressed into the curve of my neck.

“Me too,” he moaned.

I pushed up against him and his cock pressed firmly into mine, the extra friction of his smooth shaft sending me over the edge. I came all over Will Anderson’s cock—fuck, that was hot. He must have felt the extra wet heat because he bit down on my bottom lip as he released, too, and from my super-close vantage point, I could see the crinkles as his eyes screwed up in pleasure.

We were breathing hard as I wrapped my arms around him, bringing him close to my chest, and he snuggled into my neck.